He was a boy of 25
Who has a pair of blue eyes
He’s been addicted to the Sariden
Kept a little dog with white spot
With white spot
With white spot
Once he was in love with a pretty girl
Who had a long long hair and soft vox
There was happiness there was love
There was happiness there was love
But finally she left,without a word
But finally she left,without a word
Now he is the man of 35
Who has a long long hair and blue eyes
He’s been working in a new small corp
Kept long long hair like a lovely cob
He paints niceness,he paints sore
He paints niceness,he paints sore
Cooks in the kitchen,seldom watch TV
Wakes in the morning and song bird sings
Sometimes heart is hurt,but he got used to be
That is what life is,always like this
and this what he is,now
and this what he is,now
Lonely
Lonely